This is a song about "The hills"

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I'm only head over hills when you give ma dick a lick on a peak.

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

And don't stop consider why these hills are withered and

When it's all said and done

The bigger the the fun